It's nothing mystical, necessarily. It's nothing secretive. It's just what we do with our body we do with our soul.

I picked up this book called Blue Mountain, supposed to be a really good book on the Civil War.

You know people just assume, 'Well, all my life I'll be a worrier.' That doesn't have to be true. There's a way to drink from God's presence so much that worry begins to dissipate.

We need hope. There's nothing worse than to live a life of despair. For a person to have no hope just sucks the blue out of every sky.

I think there is, not in the sense that I enjoy it, but that it's an important question. It's the question, "Does the presence of pain mean God doesn't care? Does God not love me anymore?" I think that's a very common connection we tend to make.

God loves us too much to indulge our every whim.

No one can pray and worry at the same time.